Воскресенье, 06 Февраля 2005 г. 09:50
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Partying with Cristoff and Eva was fun, but exhausting. I lost count how many hurricanes we had, but on our way back to the hotel, someone spilled their drinks on Yuffie and me. I can't remember if Eva threatened to kill someone because of our clothes being ruined or if she was cracking up that we didn't move out of the way fast enough.
I don't even remember making it back to the hotel. Hopefully I didn't do anything too unappropriate or embarrassing. I vaguely remember singing 'you are my Sunshine' to Yuffie, but I think I may have did that in the bar while trying to sit on his lap.
Huh.
He was tore up too, so maybe he doesn't remember. Guess I better get up and prepare for another day at Mardi Gras.
*rolls over, feels someone in the bed with him*
Fuck me. Eva and Cristoff let me bring someone home with me? Shit.
*looks over to see who he picked up, shocked when he sees Yuffie, shirtless, sleeping next to him*
Oh.
My.
Fuck.
*stares*
That must have been one hell of a blackout. I don't remember this.
*smiles a little when Yuffie wakes up to look at him*
Um, yeah, do you remember why you're in my bed?
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